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Story 2
My father left us when I was 9. 20 years later, he showed up at my wedding, asking to speak with my fiancé alone. I said, “You don’t get to do this.” But my fiancé met him. When he came back, his face was pale, and he said, “We need to talk… now.”
My blood ran cold when I found out that my dad had finally revealed to him secrets that I had been questioning in my mind throughout my entire life. I discovered he wasn’t my real father—my mother had cheated on him with my biological father. But the worst part? My real dad was his own brother.
But I pulled myself together and carried on. Later, when I confronted my mother, things got heated. At that moment, it felt like my whole life had been one big lie.
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